India blog day 15

My planned visit to observe the 3 children I’ve been asked to assess was cancelled at the last moment owing to yet another tummy upset. However, I had previously seen them in school and at church, so I felt I had enough information to give the teachers some solid advice. I was recovered enough by lunchtime to go into school and did a really useful workshop with the teachers on how to write individual education plans for these children, with realistic, measurable targets that can be used to drive their learning forward.

I was telling them stuff they hadn’t heard about before, so I feel it may make a real difference, both now and to any future children with learning disabilities whom they may teach. As my trip draws nearer to its close I find myself hoping I can come back in a year or so and see what progress has been made.

Tonight we had visitors – a team of 7 from a church in Lincoln who have come out for half term week. They had dinner with us, and E and the girls cooked up a veritable feast.

One of the girls has come up to me twice today to tell me shyly, in broken English, that my testimony really touched her last night. The first time she said she doesn’t usually pray in bed at night but after listening to me she went to bed and prayed. The second time I couldn’t fully understand what she was trying to say, but she was clearly expressing that God had spoken to her through my story, and she ended with the words, “I am very happy.”

Praise God for all He has done this few weeks despite my illness, not least what He has done in my own heart.

India blog day 14

I’m going to end up uploading several blogs at once as internet access is currently in short supply, so I will keep this one brief. Church this morning was wonderful – inspiring worship, warm fellowship, challenging teaching. I’m feeling better every day now although I did find my legs were still too weak to stand all through the worship.

E and S were out for lunch and didn’t return until teatime, so I had the afternoon on my own with the girls and had some lovely conversation with a couple of them, the one whose English was better acting as interpreter for the other. She asked me what my favourite worship song is and I attempted to teach her the song I really love – Chris Bowater’s “Jesus shall take the highest honour”.

E and S returned with a surprise for me – they had arranged for an interpreter to come for the evening so that I could share my testimony with the girls. It was a real privilege to share the journey that God has brought me on since childhood until now, and to be able to testify to His amazing faithfulness through it all. I was able to both tell them and show them that no matter what life throws at us or how we falter, His grace is there to pick us up, and there are no hurts He can’t heal. As it says in Psalm 91, “His faithfulness (not mine!) will be my shield and bulwark.”

It was clear from the girls’ questions and comments afterwards that God had really spoken to some of them, and I think the Holy Spirit was at work in one or two hearts as they went off to bed.

India blog day 13

So bedtime came last night, and a new dilemma presented itself. Where was Moses the mouse? Was he in my room (in which case I should leave the door open to let him out)? Or was he in the living room (in which case I should shut my door to keep him from getting in)? In the end I shut the door, on the chance that if he was in my room my snoring would terrify him into keeping right away from me. The reality is he’s probably been here, unseen, all along, and I will probably not see him again, even though he’ll still be here.

This morning a miracle happened – I woke up hungry. I actually woke up very early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to be spiritual and got my Bible out to meditate on Psalm 62, but the next thing I knew I was waking up several hours later and hungry. So although my appetite is small, I’m back to eating normal food again. After feeling so very grim it’s wonderful to be feeling normal again, and makes me realise how much I take my health for granted.

I did my treasure hunt with the girls. After a couple of false starts while they grappled with the rules, they soon got the hang of it with much jostling and laughter, and found the hidden treasure, a packet of Werther’s Originals.

After this we all sat in a circle on the floor and played a riotous game in which a colourful scarf represented a thief and a grey scarf represented a policeman. Starting at opposite sides of the circle, but both moving clockwise, the scarves passed from person to person. If you received the thief scarf you had to put it on, tie two knots in it, untie it and pass it on. If you received the policeman scarf, you had to put it on, tie one knot in it, untie it and pass it on. As the “policeman” chased the “thief” around the circle, the gap gradually narrowed. If the policeman landed on you while you still had the thief, you were out, and the game went on without you. The shrieks of hilarity must have been heard halfway round the block.

Then the girls put on a dance for me, with genuine joy on their faces, and given their traumatic histories, it was a thrill beyond words because as I sat watching them, I was sitting opposite a wall hanging which bears the words, “You turned my wailing into dancing, you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.” Truly these girls are living epistles. They are at various stages on their journey to God, but some can give very clear testimonies of how He has transformed their lives, and one writes beautiful worship songs.

After this I was sitting doing some work on my laptop and 3 of the girls, having secretly decided to give me a fashion show, appeared before me in their loveliest saris. They really did look beautiful. This was the point at which I discovered that for the cheap camera I picked up the day before I left home, I had brought the wrong batteries. So E took some pictures for me on her camera and is going to send them to me.

India blog – day 12

It’s about time I updated everyone again. The past week I have been mostly out of it, either sleeping or drinking or – the rest you don’t want to know about and I’m trying to forget.

However, I woke up this morning with no body pain or headache for the first time since last Friday, and I have been able to keep down two bananas and a little bread and butter. So progress is being made. And yes, Martin, I’ve even swallowed the papaya leaf juice!

When I first became sick I had romantic notions of communing with God upon a bed of sickness. The reality has been rather more prosaic. I’ve just been completely out of it for most of the time. I’ve been overwhelmed by the kindness of the people I’m with who have cared for my every need, and I’ve certainly met God in them.

I’m hoping tomorrow to be well enough to do an activity I’ve planned for the girls here, and which I had intended to do last Saturday. I was asked to do something to help them with their English. I’ve prepared a treasure hunt with numbered clues in English and a bag of sweets at the end of it.

Today’s bit of derring-do: I encountered a cockroach in the bathroom in the middle of the night, so I took my courage in both hands and squished it. That was as far as my courage ran; I couldn’t quite bring myself to deal with the corpse. However, the next time I visited the loo, the late lamented creature was swarming with ants, so I had no choice but to grab some loo roll, scoop up the corpse, ants and all, and flush the lot down the pan.

Today’s bit of excitement: I was sitting on the edge of my bed with a drink in one hand and a banana in the other when a mouse suddenly ran out between my feet and made me nearly jump out of my skin. I hastily decamped to the living room to sit with my feet up on the sofa only to find that the little blighter had beaten me to it and was running past the end of the sofa with a grin on its face.

As for the lack of dog poo, the stray dogs may not leave evidence of any, but the kept ones do. The landlord thinks nothing of letting his leave piles outside our front door for everyone to step over when we leave or enter the apartment.

Tonight I’m watching a DVD with the girls – the story of William Carey in Hindi with English subtitles, a timely reminder to pray for my brother who flew somewhere over my head yesterday at the start of another trip with Carey Outreach Mission.

India blog day 8

I haven’t updated this blog for a few days. On Friday night I was struck down with a bug, with a very high fever, and I slept solidly round to Sunday with some pretty weird dreams in my fevered state. My hosts gave me medication to help control the fever, but I couldn’t keep it down so it didn’t do anything.

I dragged myself out of bed to church because I’m a firm believer that when you’re sick there’s healing in the body of Christ, so that’s where you need to be. But I’m sorry to confess that I slept through almost the entire proceedings.

Last night they took me to Saket City Hospital where I was given IV fluids and a drip containing dextrose and vitamins for energy. I was impressed with the excellent treatment. After some blood tests I was sent home with appropriate medication.

The rehydration had brought my temperature down, and I began to be able to keep the medication down. Several people have told me that the key to recovery from this bug is rest so I’m trying to be sensible. In my mind, rest included sitting with my feet up preparing material for the sessions I have to take, but I find that the stonking headache that goes with this illness is not conducive to staring at a computer screen. (For that reason this blog will be short and subsequent ones may not be so frequent.)

Well. I wasn’t supposed to be ill on this trip. So I’m not sure why I am, except that maybe God is giving me some time to spend renewing and deepening my fellowship with Him. One thing I have learned over the years: even when life doesn’t go to plan, God is faithful and can be trusted.

I did manage to go to the school and do some autism training with the teachers this afternoon, thanks to S giving me lifts both ways as I don’t think I could have walked. One of the teachers remarked that she had observed an autistic young man in their community behaving in all the ways I described, but now she would understand more why he did it, and what was behind his behaviour.

I came home and slept for two hours, then got up and wrote this, and that’s it. Next blog post as and when I feel up to it.

India blog – day 5

I woke up this morning with the ankle feeling much better, but still not able to put a great deal of weight on it. However, as the day has gone on it has improved significantly, and although it’s now swollen and a variety of shades of blue and purple, it doesn’t feel nearly as bad as it looks, and I was able to walk home from school this afternoon without difficulty or pain. God is faithful!

Since I wasn’t really up to walking to school this morning, I stayed home and worked on a training session on report writing. When I finished that, I was able to shut myself away and have some much needed time alone with God. I rather hit the ground running when I got here, and apart from snatched moments of being consciously present to God during the day, and about 15 minutes at the start and end of each day, I have been “doing” rather than just “being” since I got here. So I shut myself away with the story of Mary and Martha in Luke 10.38 onwards and just reorientated myself towards God. It felt like an oasis, and maybe it took a sprained ankle for me to slow down enough for God to get my attention.

This afternoon I went to the school in the apartment block, and again I take my hat off to the teachers there. None of them has had any teacher training, so they have missed out on all the tips, shortcuts and behaviour management strategies that trained teachers are taught at college. I think they do as well as any teacher, but they have to work twice as hard at it. The head teacher has been up late all week setting exam papers, or typing up ones written by her teachers.

I spent the afternoon with the girls doing more of the embroidery that you’re all going to come and buy on November 29th. Despite their traumatic backgrounds, and although many of them have a long way to go yet, it’s clear that the home here is a place where real healing takes place at a steady pace. The only sounds as we sat sewing were the inevitable giggling and the sweet singing of Hindi songs.

I’m writing this tonight after our afternoon chai and before dinner, but after the meal, as it’s a Friday, instead of studying until bedtime they’re going to watch an inspirational movie. I can’t believe it’s nearly the end of my first week here. The time is flying past, and I think I’m definitely going to have to come back again in the future!

India blog – day 4

Before I came away, Paul Matthews (from Udaipur) prophesied over me that I wouldn’t have any kind of sickness while I was in India. So I have faith in God and in His prophets, and I receive that word. So it was not in the plan when Delhi belly struck last night. But I had just come hot-foot from a teaching session at church in which (besides the quantum stuff) the speaker had spoken about the Shunammite woman who, even when the worst of disasters struck, would only say, “It is well” and didn’t make any negative confession.

So I retained my faith in Paul’s prophecy and confessed “It is well”, and it turned out to be the shortest-lived gastric upset I’ve ever had, I’ve been fine all day today.

Then on my way to see the project leaders this morning, I stepped of the kerb, my ankle went right over and I’ve been hobbling round on a very swollen ankle all day. I was given a bandage to strap it up, and once or twice today I’ve had to use autorickshaws because I couldn’t manage the walk, but if anyone asks me how it is, my reply is “It is well”, and I’m expecting to see a significant improvement in the morning. I intend to be able to come home with Paul’s prophecy fulfilled.

This morning I sat down with the project leaders and worked out a plan for exactly what I’m going to be doing – autism training with the teachers this Monday, and training on diagnosing learning disabilities and writing SMART IEPs to improve and track learning the following Monday. Training for all the staff on report writing, and towards the end of my stay a creative writing workshop with the church on writing for worship. This is in addition to classroom observation of the children I saw on Tuesday and an English lesson.

This afternoon I helped to man a stall selling crafts made at the various projects. Trade had been reasonably steady in the morning before I arrived, but in the afternoon it was practically dead. This was partly because a lot of Americans were expected, but the American School held its parent-teacher appointments this afternoon, so they all went to that instead. These sales involve a huge amount of work for the staff concerned – not only making and selling the items, but they are stored in boxes on the upper floors of apartment blocks and it takes a lot of effort to bring them all down and load the cars, and put them all away afterwards. So I was disappointed to see so much effort for a relatively small return. There is another such sale on Sunday evening, so please pray for a much better turn out, and punters willing to put their hands in their pockets.

I still keep being asked if I’m shocked, and the answer’s still no, not really. I’m starting to feel a bit guilty, as if it’s callous of me not to feel shocked. I’ve been thinking about it. Maybe it’s to do with the fact that my parents worked all their lives for organisations that cared for the world’s poorest in far flung places, and I grew up accustomed to harrowing pictures and stories and was taught to pray about them from an early age. I don’t think it has made me inured to it, exactly, because my compassion is still in tact. I’ve also seen Ellen go through some pretty extreme suffering behind the doors of a hospital room. I hope it hasn’t so much made my heart hard as put some mettle into my backbone. I can certainly say that I’ve fallen in love with the children and young ladies I’ve met here.

India blog – day 3

I went to bed last night with an immense sense of joy and relief. My biggest fear about this trip was that I would come out here, get in people’s way and not be any use. But in the 3 children I met yesterday I found something I could offer which was actually needed, and heaved a sigh of relief.

I spent this morning typing up my notes from yesterday, producing reports on the 3 children I had seen, with suggestions for strategies that might be successful with them, and trying to put together some useful material for the teachers, to help them diagnose other learning disabilities that they might come across in future, and make action plans for successful learning for such children. At some stage I hope to observe the 3 children myself in their lessons, and then to sit down with their teachers and help them to draw up IEPs for them.

I spent the rest of the morning writing a lesson plan for an English lesson I’ve been asked to take, on creative writing. My brief is to stimulate children who aren’t accustomed to using their imagination, so I hope what I’ve prepared will take them by surprise and make them see the world from a quirky angle they hadn’t thought of before.

After lunch I again went to the school in the apartment, and spent the afternoon doing some embroidery with the girls, making bookmarks which I hope to sell at the Karuna Action Christmas Craft Fair on 29th November at the King’s Centre, High Street, Aldershot. Now you have the date and venue, so no excuse not to be there.

Tonight I went along to an evening of Bible teaching at the church, where the pastor shared what the Bible teaches about wave-particle duality and quantum entanglement, thought-provoking stuff. But seriously, it’s exciting to see how science is discovering principles that have been in the Bible all along, and how we really do have the power to change the things that are not in alignment with God’s will, and by our words and actions cause His Kingdom to come in the place where He has put us.

I haven’t said much so far about the city itself but today I’ve walked its streets a fair bit, so maybe it’s time to describe some of what I’ve encountered. Firstly, there are only two kinds of pedestrians here, the quick and the dead. At every turn you are likely to be mown down by a motorcycle or autorickshaw, or have your eardrums exploded by a car creeping up behind you and sounding long blasts on the horn. As there are no pavements (and indeed no road surfaces) and everyone walks up the street, it makes for interesting outings. There are lovely spicy smells drifting in the air, and if you like people-watching, there is much to fascinate: so many people, some rushing around, some standing chatting, some hollering up the street in Hindi for who knows what reason.

The streets are always full of puddles of water, and since it hasn’t come down from the sky I assume it must have some up from the drains or out of someone’s waste pipe. That said, although the city is dusty, it doesn’t smell dirty.

There is much building work going on in this part of the city and rather than using hods like builders in the UK, builders carry their bricks on their heads. I was cheerfully assured today that there are a thousand ways to die in India and one of them is having a brick dropped on your head from a partially completed building!

My father used to say that wherever he went in the world, he never saw any more elegant female dress than the Indian sari, and I can second that. The ladies here are beautiful; they carry themselves with poise and grace, and their clothes are a glorious riot of well-matched colours.

For someone who hates cities, and worried that I was going to struggle being confined in one, I have to say I am loving this place so far, although I do think I shall be longing to walk barefoot through some green grass by November. And here’s the biggest mystery of the city so far: there are stray dogs roaming everywhere, you can hardly walk 3 paces without nearly falling over one. And yet you never see a single piece of dog poo. How does that work?

India blog day 2

Everyone rose early and breakfasted, and the girls were escorted to school. Once they had gone, it was my turn to go to school. On the way we stopped at an apartment where a workshop had been set up with a sewing machine in the main room. However, I learned that cooking was more popular than sewing, and I was shown a cupboard full of jars of many different kinds of pickle. Some ladies had asked for help to earn their living, and so this project had been set up, making and bottling pickles to sell. They are expected to sell well in the run-up to Christmas.

Next it was off to the first school. A truly heroic head teacher, J, was supervising a small team of teachers and classroom assistants educating 70 children in a 3 bedroom apartment. Please pray for this school. They are doing an amazing job, educating children to National standards. Today some were doing revision and some were doing internal exams as preparation for the external exams they will be doing later in the academic year. But some of the neighbours are not happy about a school in the apartment block, and J had been shaken by a torrent of abuse from one of the neighbours shortly before we arrived. The landlord has increased the rent by more than for the other apartments in the block, which is also making things difficult for the school. J asks us to pray for better relations with the neighbours, but also that larger, more suitable premises will become available for the school.

A couple of students were pointed out to me who have undiagnosed learning disabilities and I arranged to meet them individually with their class teacher in the afternoon. Of which more later.

After this we went to the slum area, which many of you will remember was ravaged by fire earlier this year. As a result many families have moved to the other side of the road but their children still cross the crazy dangerous road to come to school. School is a framework of bamboo poles covered in corrugated tin, overseen by B, another wonderful young lady. Today was pleasantly warm with temperatures in the upper twenties, but when the temperature hits the forties in the summer, it must be unbearable inside.

I have been asked several times today if I was shocked – people thought I ought to be, and maybe I should. I don’t feel I saw anything unexpected today, though. I’ve taken an interest in the work in this area for a long time, and I’ve seen the pictures Karuna Action have posted of this slum, and so it looked as I expected. I saw impish children and earnest students at work today – some things are the same the world over. I do, though, have the most profound respect for teachers who are accomplishing miracles in the hardest working conditions imaginable.

Inside the school building, 12 students sat cross-legged on the floor in 2 classrooms taking a written exam. In the other two classrooms younger children were being taught. This again is a school in urgent need of new premises. They would like to be able to provide a lunch for the children, but with no running water they have no means of cooking or washing up, so they are restricted to giving them snacks. A possible building has been identified, so please pray that everything works out smoothly.

This afternoon I went to the church building and wrote some notes on diagnosing learning disabilities and on strategies for teaching and learning with disabled children. My own knowledge could only take me so far, but a laptop was made available for me to do some research online. By the end of it, I had a list of diagnostic questions, some information on teaching strategies with slow learners, some material on writing social stories, some useful teaching strategies, and information on writing and implementing SMART IEPs. Teachers will know what I mean by that – Individual Education plans can be written for children with additional needs, setting SMART goals for them – Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic and Time-limited. I’m hoping to help some of the teaching staff to do this for some of the children I’ve met today.

I looked up from the computer to a pleasant sight – the pizza delivery man bringing lunch. Among all the things I’m loving here, the food is definitely high on the list – again tonight the girls here cooked a really delicious dinner.

My first student was J, a girl who had no education until she was 16 and a traumatic background of abuse. She speaks and can now write her alphabet, but beyond that, can’t read or write. She seems incapable of remembering any instructions she is given. It’s hard to know what will help this student – for children with cognitive disabilities early intervention is often a key to success, and so a window of opportunity has been lost. Very cleverly, rather than put her in a class with far younger children, or in a class of her own age where she’ll be laughed at, they have made her a teaching assistant in the nursery class, in the hope that she will imbibe what the nursery children are learning. It seems to be working – I saw some maths work she had done today, and it showed that she had picked up what I saw the nursery children being taught.

The nursery class teacher is one of the girls from the home – she teaches the children by day and studies at home in the evening. She wants to train as a teacher. I think she will achieve it – she seemed a natural today, with lots of eager hands going up every time she asked a question.

The second child I saw was R, a small boy who is very bright, good at maths and fond of books, but his behaviour in school is a problem. It quickly became apparent that he ticks most of the boxes for a classic autism spectrum condition. That is the area where my own knowledge is most secure, and I feel sure I’ll be able to pass on some useful behaviour management strategies that will be helpful.

Next I was introduced to a little girl, N, who appeared to be about 3, had just started to walk, and doesn’t yet speak. I was surprised to learn that she is 8. She was a tiny premature baby and has serious health problems. Teaching her is going to be a challenge, but I thought back to how we used to break down every learning task into its tiniest components for Ellen and teach her to master them step by step. I hope this approach will help her to make progress, because her guardian couldn’t name anything she has learned yet in school, other than to become a bit more sociable with other children.

So – lots of challenges, and I feel that at best I may be offering sticking plasters for broken limbs. But then I remember that I’m here along with One who could use a handful of bread and fish to feed 5,000 men and their families, with twelve basketfuls left over. So I offer Him the little I have and trust Him to multiply its effect beyond anything I could hope to achieve.

India blog – day 1

I arrived here after an uneventful flight. I expected to sleep on the plane as I’m famous for being able to sleep through any amount of noise or light. I hadn’t bargained for how cold it would be on board! I was too cold to sleep, but excited enough on arrival that it didn’t really matter how tired I was.

S met me at the airport, expertly conducted me through the city traffic to the girls’ home and introduced me to E who runs it with her, and they made me very welcome. The home is in an unprepossessing building down a dusty track into a very crowded block of buildings – but once you step inside the door of the large apartment, it’s like an oasis of peace and light in the middle of a stressed-out city.

The girls (9 of them) came in from school between four and five pm, and I can tell you I’ve heard more giggling and jollity in one evening than previously in a month of Sundays. After a really delicious dinner cooked by the girls, I gave one of them an English lesson and was impressed at the high standard she’s expected to achieve, and the hard graft she was prepared to put in. With 11 names to learn and not having slept since Saturday, I think I’ve done reasonably well to have mastered 6 of them so far. Let’s see if I can still remember them in the morning!

Tomorrow I’ve been asked to see some of the school children who clearly have intellectual disabilities but whose problems have never been diagnosed. While not an expert, I do have some experience to draw on, both as a parent and a teacher, and they’ve asked me to assess each child, give my best opinion as to the nature of the disability, suggest strategies and resources that might help them, and set learning goals for them. I’m praying that some of the training I’ve prepared and brought might be appropriate as a help to the teachers.

On a personal note, despite smothering myself in a deet-based insect repellent, I’m being eaten alive, and if you want to pray for me, I would like it to stop!